"The Crime of the French Café" is a detective story featuring the fictional detective Nick Carter. Nick Carter is a character who has been portrayed in various novels, dime novels, pulp magazines, and other media since the late 19th century. He is an American detective who has appeared in numerous detective stories.However, I don't have specific details about a story titled "The Crime of the French Café" attributed to Nick Carter in my available database. Nick Carter stories were often ser...

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Excerpt: ""Extraordinary—that doesn't half express it. I know of no word that would. To some extent, Nick, at least, men's motives are usually discernible in their conduct. But in this case—why, there was nothing to it. It is utterly inexplicable. It was like a horrid dream, a hideous nightmare, or the mental abnormalities of a dope fiend." Nick Carter laughed and spread his napkin, with a significant glance at his chief assistant, Chick Carter, who sat at one side of the table, that of a ...

Excerpt: ""Oh, no, I have not forgotten you. I never forget the face of a crook." The speaker was Nick Carter. His voice, though somewhat under ordinary pitch, had a subtle and ominous ring. There was a threatening glint in the eyes he had fixed upon the face of the man he addressed. It was a striking and impressive face, nearly as strong and impressive as that of the famous detective—but for directly opposite reasons. Nick Carter's face was frank, manly, and wholesome. That at which he wa...

Excerpt: ""Oh, I say, old top!" Nick Carter stopped short and looked at the speaker. There was no mistaking his nationality. He was English to the bone. English in aspect, attitude, attire, and accent. English of the most pronounced and impressive type—but impressive upon as keen and thoroughbred an American observer as the famous New York detective chiefly because of the insipid and mildly obtrusive aristocracy that stuck out all over him. He was tall and slender. He wore a suit of pronou...

Excerpt: ""Slow down, Danny, and look out for that wire," said Nick Carter to his chauffeur. "It may be a live one." "I'm onto it, chief." "Onto it, eh? Don't you run onto it while I'm in the car, not if it's a live one. You may fancy absorbing the output of an electric-lighting plant, but not for mine, Danny, not for mine! I know what it would do to me. I've seen men electrocuted." Danny Maloney laughed, for it was obvious that the famous detective was jesting. "Onto it with my lamps, chi...

Excerpt: "Nick Carter caught sight of the couple only by chance. His touring car, in which he was seated with his chauffeur and Patsy Garvan, his junior assistant, was speeding through one of the winding driveways in Central Park, New York, and heading for Fifty-ninth Street. "Hold on! Slow down, Danny!" he cried to his chauffeur. "That woman has fainted, or is in a fit." The woman was lying on the greensward near a diverging driveway, and some fifty yards from where Danny Maloney, startle...

Excerpt: "The members of Nick Carter's household all happened to meet at the breakfast table that morning—a rather unusual circumstance. The famous New York detective sat at the head of the table. Ranged about it were Chick Carter, his leading assistant; Patsy Garvan, and the latter's young wife, Adelina, and Ida Jones, Nick's beautiful woman assistant. It was the latter who held the attention of her companions at that moment. She was a little late, and had just seated herself. Her flushed...

Excerpt: ""And so, you see, I stand to lose twenty thousand dollars." "That's a large sum." "Yes, Mr. Carter, it's a large sum; but a middle-aged gentleman like yourself ought to be aware that risks are sometimes forced upon people who handle money in large sums." The celebrated detective smiled as he looked into the excited countenance of the Wall Street man before him. Half an hour before, if the broker had seen him at all, he would hardly have referred to him as "a middle-aged business ...

Excerpt: "The electric bell from Andrew Anderton's study rang sharply. It was close to the ear of the butler dozing in his little room off the hall at the back of the main staircase, and he awoke with a start. "Lord love 'im!" exclaimed that functionary, stalking to the door with as much haste as his dignity would permit. "Why doesn't 'e stop ringing? I 'eard 'im the first time, without 'im keeping the blooming bell going all the time." Then, as he reached the door and made for the stairs,...

Excerpt: ""You say this burglar has got into your bedroom three times?" "Yes, Carter. Three times that I know of. He may have got in oftener for aught I know." "Hardly likely, Mr. Bentham. If you woke up three times and saw him, it indicates that there is something in his presence which affects you even in your sleep. It is a psychological influence, evidently." Professor Matthew Bentham, one of the most learned scientists in Brooklyn, shook his head. He knew too much about psychology to b...

Excerpt: ""Man overboard!" Nick Carter—known to the captain and crew of the tramp steamer Cherokee as Sykes, the bos'n—heard this shout, taken up by man after man, as he lay stretched out on the foc's'le head, in the early morning, just as the ship nosed her way into San Juan harbor, on the northern coast of Porto Rico. The thrilling warning that somebody has fallen into the sea, which always sends a shock through both crew and passengers whenever heard, does not permit any ordinary person...